Chapter 10: "Pictures and Texts"  

Novel: Supreme Taoist
Alternative : Super God Dao Art, 超神道术
Author: Fireworks, 当年烟火

Note: Found a better translated version: or MTL
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Breakfast is just a bowl of porridge and a few pickles.
The two were full of water and couldn't wait to continue practicing the meditation pile, hoping to get started as soon as possible.
It's just that the pain in their shoulders seems to have erupted now, and it is so painful that they can't even raise their arms. They can't bear it. They had to ask Mr. Qian for instructions and were finally allowed to leave the Lieyang Gang branch. Go to the nearby clinic to buy medicine.
North Street, as always, is prosperous.
The flow of people, "hey, hey, hey, hey," keep coming in and out of the shops on both sides, rich princes, wealthy ladies, and gangsters roaming among them.
Bai Ziyue and Zhang Guoyi both seem to be incompatible with each other in burlap.
 
They try to walk on the edge of the road and avoid other pedestrians.
During the period, there were also medical clinics, but the medical clinics that could be opened on North Street, even the most basic pharmacy, had a price that they could not afford.
So, after they almost walked out of the area of North Street, the two people found a small medical clinic in a remote alley.
There were no other patients in the medical hall at this time. A middle-aged doctor was sitting inside, holding a book, watching leisurely, and there was a medicine boy not far away, carefully and seriously grinding some medicine.
　　 "Doctor, we..."
Bai Ziyue and Zhang Guoyi stepped in a little nervously.
Money is a person's gut, and Bai Ziyue feels a little embarrassed with the three coins his mother gave him.
"You're hurting with your strength, boy; give them those two black pastes."
The doctor just glanced at the two of them and made a judgment directly.
Yaotong quickly put down the grinding stick in his hand and took out two black ointments wrapped in paper from a grid.
"How much is it?"
Bai Ziyue asked hurriedly.
"Two hundred thirty essays." "It will reduce the swelling in one day, and it will recover in two to three days."
Yaotong said it skillfully.
　　 "Give you money."
Bai Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief. Thirty dollars is not expensive; it is within his range.
"Take off your clothes; I'll help you put them on."
Yaotong asked for money and said kindly,
　　 "Thank you!"
Bai Ziyue was not polite and simply took off his clothes.
On Bai Ziyue's thin body, there are faint muscle lines, which are slightly tightened, and six muscles are exposed on the belly. However, given his even figure, the bruises on his shoulders were shocking.
There is no nonsense. Yaotong tore open the paper and patted the black paper ointment.
Bai Ziyue took a deep breath and immediately felt a steady stream of coolness coming from the ointment. The arms, which were originally numb and difficult to move, suddenly relaxed a lot.
 
After a few breaths, he was able to lift his arm slightly instead of being as unbearable as before.
　　 "So cool!"
Zhang Guoyi gave a strange cry and grinned.
After getting dressed, Bai Ziyue hesitated for a while, walked to the middle-aged doctor, bowed, and said, "Master doctor, I want to read." "Do you think there are any books that can help me read?"
"Oh?"
The middle-aged doctor became a little interested and said with a smile, "At such a young age, it is rare to have this kind of self-motivation." Depending on your appearance, you should be a newly-accepted apprentice from a poor family. There is really no money to go. Read private school.
However, you have to be taught how to read and write, and you need someone to tell you what it means. "It is difficult to master knowledge through self-study."
"I don't have enough money." I ask someone to teach me how to read, and I don't have time to study it. So I want to learn how to read on my own. Please recommend an enlightenment book. "If there are words that I don't know, I can also ask others."
　　 Bai Ziyue said sincerely.
In fact, with the knowledge of having gone to university in his previous life, Bai Ziyue admits that there will be no obstacles to his understanding and writing of words and sentences. Although the two worlds are different, there are always places to meet.
What he lacks is only his knowledge of the words of this world.
He is also a very smart person. He has learned about a dozen characters by looking at the signs of the shops around him.
By analogy, he believes that there will be more and more words he can master.
"Okay, ambitious, go out 300 meters to the right; there is an old Qin Bookstore; you ask the owner of the bookstore to get a copy of "Pictures and Texts," which teaches words from pictures; it is suitable for your situation."
The middle-aged doctor said with a smile.
If you are an orthodox child studying at a private school, it will naturally apply to the "Sanzi Jing" and "Hundred Family Names" as enlightenment.
 
But like Bai Ziyue, who does not have a teacher to teach, "Pictures and Texts" is of course more suitable for learning Chinese characters.
"Thank you, my doctor."
Bai Ziyue respectfully thanks you.
　　……
"Ziyue, the money for the ointment, I will return it to you after I receive the salary."
Walking out of the hospital, Zhang Guoyi whispered.
　　 "It's okay."
Bai Ziyue waved his hand; even though he didn't have a lot of money, he didn't care so much about this little money.
"But are you really going to buy a book?" "We are illiterate; is it unnecessary?"
Zhang Guoyi asked with some confusion.
"necessary."
Bai Ziyue turned his head to look at him and said seriously: "Zhang Guoyi, we are in the same village, and we should take care of each other, but in the same way that UU reading at www.uukanshu.com doesn't work hard by itself, no one can help you.
To succeed here, martial arts are very important, but literacy is also very important.
"For example, if you get a martial arts cheat book by chance but are illiterate, don’t you miss it?"
"It seems like it."
Zhang Guoyi nodded ignorantly but still said, in a bit of distress, "I know that reading is useful, that literacy is important, and that finding a job is better, but I can't." "My ancestors were not literate for eight generations, and I can't."
Bai Ziyue smiled bitterly and shook his head, but did not try to persuade him.
Everyone has their own choices. If you don’t work hard, it’s useless for others to worry.
Soon, a bookstore appeared in front of them.
"Old Qin Bookstore!"
Bai Ziyue looked at the signboard deeply; comparing it with the doctor's words, he knew four more characters.
Ten minutes later, Bai Ziyue walked out of the Old Qin Bookstore with satisfaction.
And in his hand is an extra book with a half-finger thickness and rich pictures and texts, which is exactly what the middle-aged doctor said.
Pictures and texts often deliberately draw a picture and then write a few words next to it for comparison.
For example, a snake is drawn on a book, and the word "snake" is written on the side next to it. It can be described as clear at a glance.
"In this way, my literacy speed will be greatly improved."
"The only helpless thing is that the price of this book is indeed too expensive."
Bai Ziyue's face showed a trace of pain.
Two pieces of black paper paste only cost him 30 essays, but a copy of "Pictures and Texts" is 120 essays, which is indeed expensive.
It’s just that books have always been relatively expensive, and he has nothing to do.

Chapter end